A stagehand places a scrub brush and a washtub full of pots and pans on the table and takes away the chairs and cokes for act two. Bobbie pulls me to the table, still wearing only my pants and now a shiny one-inch band around my neck. I begin scrubbing the pots and pans. She has a whip and placing the handle under my chin, lifts and gives me a passionate kiss. I receive her kiss gratefully and lean toward her but keep my hands in the tub. When I lean, she withdraws, obviously in charge. Someone yells, “She's got you now” and there is more laughter. Bobbie leaves and returns with a bucket and scrub brush. She sets it in front of the table, looks at me and points to the floor. I go down on my knees and start scrubbing, my hair hanging in my face. The stagehand walks across the stage front ho
